Page 77 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
SIENNA
We fall back asleepin a tangled heap of naked limbs. His face is buried between my boobs. Arms wrapped around my waist. Thick thigh wedged between mine.
Sunlight shines bright through our window, so I know we need to get up, but I’m so cozy in my Ben blanket that I don’t want to move.
My phone blares from the other side of the room, and we both groan.
“Why?” he groans against my skin. “Why can’t we stay another week?”
I kiss the top of his head. “Because you need to get ready for camp. Work out and get that pudgy ass in shape.”
He chuckles. Probably because there’s not an ounce of fat on this man.
His drowsy eyes squint open. “I can think of a better way to work out.”
“Mm. Wonder what that might include,” I say as I wiggle against his thigh, hoping that we’ll get to the main event sometime this decade. Because as hot as things have been between us on this trip, I’m dying to go all the way with him.
He palms my boob, but just as he pulls me on top of him, someone bangs on the bedroom door.
“We got some baby mama drama out here, B-Rod,” Olly yells.
Ben and I freeze before he springs into action and leaps out of bed to yank on a pair of jeans. I quickly grab shorts and a t-shirt. When I stumble into the living room, I find Lily with one pissed-off Amelia.
Lily has thrown up, and Amelia is screaming and holding the toddler away from her body.
Ben takes a teary-eyed Lily from her and heads to the kitchenette. I grab some paper towels and wipe her face while he coos soothing words to his daughter.
“She said she’d be gone for, like, ten minutes,” Amelia screeches.
“Who?” Olly asks as he tries to wipe the puke from Amelia’s t-shirt, only for her to smack the washcloth out of his hands.
“Janelle. Who else? She said she needed to talk to her ex and that she’d be right back. But it’s been over an hour. Her kid seemed hungry, so I gave her some of my smoothie, but she yakked it back into my face five minutes later.”
Green drink drips from her blond hair and across her white shirt.
“Wait,” Ben says. “So she went to make a phone call?”
“No, jackass.” Amelia snorts. “She went outside to meet up with her ex.”
Ben’s jaw tightens. “Ernest? He’s here?”
“I don’t know his name. But yeah. They were gonna talk down by the pool.”
“Stay here.” Ben hands the baby to me and takes off out of the cabin.
My eyes widen, and I turn to Olly and Johnny, who just woke up. “Can you guys go with him and watch his back?” Make sure he doesn’t get arrested. If Ernest is the violent man Janelle has described to Ben, things could get out of hand quickly.
“On it.” Olly races out the door. Johnny jogs after him in his boxers.
Which leaves me and Amelia, who’s still bitching about the vomit.
“It’s just baby puke. It’ll wash out.”
She points her finger at me. “This is your fault, you know. If you hadn’t been fucking Ben all night, Janelle wouldn’t have been upset this morning.”
I pull the dirty shirt off Lily and clean her with a damp washcloth as I think about what to say.
Guilt worms through me when I consider that Janelle might have heard us earlier this morning. The walls are thin. After all, we heard Olly and Amelia going at it in the shower.
